Despite being the mere second son of the King of Bayreuth, Klaus had never felt unimportant. Of course, he would never be expected to be king, since his elder brother Edgar would end up sitting the throne when Father passed. Unlike many other spare heirs, Klaus was perfectly content with simply remaining the second son.
He liked having the respect of being a prince, but not the worries of one day being King. But nothing in the world had prepared him for the letter from his lady mother informing him that Edgar had died. For a fleeting second, his entire world shattered.
In grief and rage, he fell to the floor, thinking of all the responsibilities he'd have from now on.
“Klaus?” A voice called from behind him.
He turned, and did not like what he saw.